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“Ready, doll?”
“I’ve been ready for two weeks,” I pant.
His cock pushes through my slickness, teasing me. I push my hips back against him, but he’s not going to give me what I want that easily. He withdraws, and I whimper. His hand circles my neck, and he pushes my chin up. Jordan leans over my shoulder and again marks me with his teeth, then kisses the teeth impressions.
“I’ve branded you. You’re mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Tell me what you want?”
“You.”
“What do you want, Emma.”
“Fuck me,” I beg.
Jordan thrusts hard, and he’s inside me. He pulls me back until I’m bent at the waist then grasps my hips, his nails digging into my flesh. I close my eyes as he fills me, stretching my tender tissue.
“I love that tight pussy of yours, how I missed it. How I missed you.”
He keeps one hand on my hip and the other pinches my nipples, rolling them between his thumb and index finger. It makes me clench around him, and I hear him hiss, then he once again sinks his teeth into my shoulder.
Jordan pumps hard inside me, slowing until he’s just rocking against me.
“Doll, I’m sorry,” he says, breathing hard against my back.
“For what?”
He slams into me once, twice, and he loses control as he comes. It’s never-ending it seems as he fills me with his creamy cum. I can feel it coating my inner thighs, and I wonder if he’s orgasmed since we were last together or he was saving it once he was inside me again.
“For this. I couldn’t stop. Forgive me.”
Jordan releases his grip and slides out, spinning me so that I’m pressed against his sweat misted chest.
“You came a lot. More than ever before.”
“I haven’t had sex in two weeks.”
“Jordan, I’m sorry I did what I did.”
“I don’t want to talk about it anymore. It’s done. The slate is clean.”
We made love several more times that day and night. I moved in with Jordan two weeks later. It was the best time in my life and also one of the worst. I had to break Nathaniel’s heart, and in the end, our friendship shattered. I hurt the one man that would give his life for me until Jordan came along.
Two months later and I still feel horrible about seeing the look on his face. Albert had driven Jordan and me to Southhampton the next weekend after we got back together.
Jordan had wanted to come with me when I spoke with Nathaniel, but I told him it would be counterproductive. If I had any chance of salvaging my relationship with my best friend, I had to do it on my own. I met Nate at a small coffee shop in town.
He smiled at me, and when he embraced me, I thought everything would be alright. I was wrong. He poured his heart out to me; every emotion he had during the three years he had known me was laid on the table. Nate argued for why he would make a better mate than Jordan.
My stomach tightened with the knowledge that he was fighting for a relationship that would never happen. I was in love with Jordan, and that wasn’t going to change. I loved Nate too, but it was like the love for a brother. A different time, a different place, and maybe we would have had a chance.
I took a deep breath and let it all come out. I told him about my reconciliation with Jordan and how much I loved him. The look of betrayal on Nate’s face nearly tore me to shreds. Tears brimmed in his eyes when he told me I was destroying the best thing that would never be. He left me sitting there as he walked out the door.
My only communication with him since then has been through my family and Angelica. My sisters became his sisters when we became friends. They loved him the way I did, but he didn’t want the only kind of love I could give.
Jordan tried to talk sense into him when I spent the following days after crying myself dry. They almost came to blows. Jordan hired people to pack up my things and move me from my apartment into the penthouse. The wound is still open, but it’s healing slowly. I wish things could have been different.
